A Sacred Meeting in the Universe

Drinking Friday night spirit myth,
Dreaming of poetic youth,
Where you can dance with magical breath,
Cherish every moment that follows next,
Musical escapades in the moonlight,
Burning the midnight oil,
Joyous sleeplessness,
We embrace the imagination,
We live in fluid fantasies of happiness.

You have my phone number now,
I’ll obtain yours at least by the next lifetime,
Nikki, we may be lovers yet!

poem by Uriah HamiltonReport problemRelated quotes
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